O Krishna

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O Krishna

Poem

Through the long winding ages I dwelt keen on the pages,
Uttering words of the sages and their living word-images.
They all brilliantly shone with secrets outlasting the stone,
I cast my being prone aspiring for that luminous burden.

More than man I knew in whispers heard by a few,
Every speck held the cue as segment of His retinue.
Sturdy columns of affectations enamoured of human voices,
In spite of my protestations brought down by His graces.

In maternal eye a glint and in ache of a lover’s sigh,
Of Him we glimpse a hint and of His Love most high.
The valorous toil of heroes upon harsh foreign soil,
Inconsolable tears of widows by rude hands of peril

Are yet He in eternity venturing His love’s boundary,
To stretch marge of destiny with a star-pin in eternity. 
One Name above all, one that can mortality stall,
One that can never pall, aid for every lip to call.

The protagonist of ever lore, uplifter of forlorn hope,
The lord of the Vedas four, of beauty the only shape. 
Allurer beyond all compare, shielder of our soul
Shatterer of the snare, deliverer of the whole.

If banded against me all the gods of high destiny,
I shall yet choose Thee, O Krishna my sole divinity.